Eight Ball

Last week at I was given the best secret Santa present ever.. a magic eightball! Since receiving it on Saturday night it has already managed to aquire an almost cultish guru status in my life. In fact in a few short days I have managed to offload all decision making responsibility onto my little black Stussy wannabe friend. Should I get out of bed now? Forget about it. Should I call in sick today? Yes. In fact should I just lie around the house all day doing absolutely nothing constructive? Absolutely not. Well then, should I go to the pub? Looks good to me. Ahhhh... you see, it knows what's best for me.

Ok, I'm exaggerating a bit but I do ask it questions all the time. If it agrees with me well then that's concrete affirmation that I'm doing the right thing. And if it doesn't... well... I shake it a couple of times and ask it again. With more emphasis.

Other than that I'm having a rocking time working behind a bar again. In fact I've offered to carry on working part time in the evenings once I start with GlaxoSmithKline in January. It's just such a good vibe in there. Live music, a good crowd, relaxed atmosphere... it's a nice way to unplug really.

And other things to comtemplate at the moment: Jimmy Eat World; Good Charlotte; Feeder; REM.